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Date Posted: 07:20:05 06/03/10 Thu
Author: Fi
Subject: Snap, crackle and pop
In reply to:
Debi
's message, "A wee spark o' inspiration..." on 08:47:17 05/29/10 Sat
"I've got a multiplication test today," I say.
"I've got a multiplication test today," my brother repeats.
We are at the breakfast table, eating Rice Krispies with milk. My mother is trying to feed the baby some kind of apple gloop. My father has already left for work.
"Stop copying me," I tell my brother.
"Stop copying me," he parrots.
My mother aims the spoon at the baby's mouth, but he turns sideways and the apple gloop ends up on his cheek. His tiny faces scrunches and he starts to wail.
"Mammy, tell him to stop copying me," I say.
"Mammy, tell him to stop copying me."
"Stop copying your sister." She lifts the baby out of the highchair, sniffs his bottom, and shakes her head. "I just changed you."
She brings the baby into the next room. I scowl at my brother across the table. He scowls back.
"You're such a pain."
"You're such a pain."
I stir the Rice Krispies with my spoon. They go snap, crackle and pop in the milk, just like on television. My brother stirs his, mirroring me. I lift a spoonful to my mouth. My brother lifts a spoonful to his. He chews when I chew, swallows when I swallow.
"Stop doing that!"
"Stop doing that!"
I clunk my spoon on the table, and his spoon comes down with equal vehemence.
"I'm warning you!"
"I'm warning you!"
I grab the sides of my bowl, and he grabs his. But I am too quick and my bowl is now upside-down over his head. He wails just like our littler brother. My mother returns with the baby over her shoulder. I don't care if she punishes me; it's worth it to see the milk and Rice Krispies trickle down my brother's outraged face. But she looks as if she is trying not to laugh.
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This is awesome! -- debikm, 12:59:57 06/03/10 Thu
I love it! Being an only child, this same scene might have taken place between me and my dad instead, but I do recognize the teasing interplay. My dad's favorite trick was to take something like a biscuit or roll off my plate and lick it, then give it back. That stopped when he realized it didn't faze me at all. ;-)
Good stuff!
Debi
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Glad you liked it -- Fi, 09:18:42 06/09/10 Wed
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Do we have the same little brother?! >>>> -- 
Page, 17:00:33 06/14/10 Mon
This could've been me and my brother when we were children. He knew the most irritating thing he could do was to repeat everything I said, all the while with that little smirk on his face. Sure wish I would have thought of baptism by Rice Crispies!
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Is this the same brother that calls you 'Brunhilda'? ;-) -- Debi, 18:23:42 06/14/10 Mon
All the joy I missed out on being an only child. My dad could be just as bad, taking food off my plate, licking it and giving it back. He's the youngest, BTW.;-)
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One and the same. And when he tires of Brunhilda, he calls me "Battleaxe." *G* -- Page, 17:58:53 06/22/10 Tue
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Do all little brothers do that? We tormented each other as kids, but we're good friends now. -- Fi, 05:01:00 06/17/10 Thu
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